Sleeping with friends is a thing we all seem to have gotten down with. But what happens when the "friend" is actually someone who really matters to you, and it doesn't work out? How do you face bar nights and friend hangouts with someone who totally used to see you naked?
I met Tom* my freshman year of college. He was charming and dweeby, and we connected immediately. I did not, however, want to see his penis. He just wasn't my type: too goofy, too short, too pessimistic. So when we met and hit it off, I got his number... and left his dorm room. We were going to be friends, end of story.
And the title stuck. For a long time. Tom was my generic male date, an all-hours phone call, an open-armed place to crash when my off-campus housing was too far to walk in the brutal Midwestern wind. Sophomore year, he started seeing someone. Totally fine, I thought, even though all of Tom and my mutual friends thought otherwise. "Isn't it weird for you?" they'd ask. "You guys are weird." I’d laugh, shrug it off, and reassure everyone that it was chill because I didn't want it, guys, and besides, we'd already promised each other we wouldn't be like that. We were Us. It wouldn't get weird.